Okay here's a peer reviewed study on chicken's intelligence, emotions, understanding, and social bonds. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10071-016-1064-4
And a quote from Melissa Caughey
As a hen nears the end of her natural life, she often goes off and finds a quiet place away from the rest of the flock. During this time, the other members of the flock visit, one by one or a couple at a time. To me, they seem sad. They “chat” through verbalizations and body language. They hang their heads low to get on eye level with the dying chicken. Their coos are quiet, soft mutterings that you have to lean into to hear — chicken whispers. They move slowly and cautiously, considerate of disrupting their flock member. Some linger, while others potter around. Some sit with the dying chicken. Some keep returning. I watched some hens try to motivate Tilly by carefully scratching in the coop’s pine shavings right in front of her, as if to say “Get up, please.”
However, once they have made their peace, they leave and do not turn back. The dying chicken passes alone. The others have returned to doing what the flock does: foraging, scratching, dust bathing, and such. Life goes on.
Still, for days after a hen dies, it is not uncommon for those who were closest to her to mourn the loss of their friend. From the safety of the coop, they call out, using the same sound that means “Where are you?” when they are free-ranging in the yard and can’t find a missing member of the flock. A grieving hen avoids interacting with the flock and sits in a corner with puffed-up feathers like a chicken that feels ill.
Some mourn only temporarily, but others never seem to recover from the loss of a flockmate. It is not uncommon for a hen that was close to the departed to suddenly pass unexpectedly, for reasons unknown. She seems to slowly lose her zest for life. Often, of course, she and the deceased hen were close in age and grew up together. I believe chickens can indeed die from broken hearts or, more specifically, from the stress and depression that follow a loss.
You're a jerk. Have some empathy. How the fuck can you hear of a living being pecking itself to death in its own shit and think "dumb bird"?
You know I saw Disney's Hercules last year. Hadn't seen it as a kid. Lots of bad mythology in that movie, but it all follows the pop culture tropes and common understandings. Zeus is a great father and husband because he's the king, and cause he looks like Yahweh. Hades is a bitter scheming homosexual because of Lucifer.
But the worst part of the movie was a five second joke about Narcissus. His death is turned into a punchline. And he's drawn as a full grown man, making kissy lips into a mirror. You want to hear the version from actual mythology?
Narcissus, who according to Ovid was sixteen, was repeatedly proposed marriage by this guy, Ameinias. He wouldn't take no for an answer. Narcissus just wanted to go out into the woods and be alone and hunt, but Ameinias kept bothering him. So Narcissus told Ameinias to go kill himself. If I were a teenage boy being sexually harassed? I'd do that too. Perfectly normal reaction.
But Ameinias actually does it. And as he's stabbing himself, he prays. He wants Narcissus to suffer, too. He says "Though he should love, let him not have what he loves". And Nemesis answers his prayer. Nemesis is the goddess in charge of punishing mortals for hubris. For acting like they're the equals of the gods. Why would Nemesis punish someone for being mean to a sex pest? Well, as near as I can tell, the Greek cultural interpretation of asexuality/aromanticism is that it's a form of selfishness. They thought Narcissus was avoiding marriage because he wanted to keep his body to himself, out of arrogance. That's what they thought all asexuals were.
So Nemesis decides to punish Narcissus, and SHE makes him fall in love with his reflection. She turns him into what you call a "n*rcissist", as a punishment for being asexual.
Oh, and by the way? Narcissus was born because his mother was raped. Her name was Liriope. The rapist's name was Cephissus. Yeah, if I were carrying intergenerational rape trauma, I'd get pretty fucking angry about sexual harassment too.
This is your history.